Lyrics Geronimo's Cadillac - Michael Martin Murphey

Geronimo's Cadillac

Well, they put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn’t look the gift horse in the mouth
Sergeant, sergeant, don’t you feel
There’s something wrong with that automobile
Governor, governor, isn’t it strange
They didn’t have no cars on the Indian range
Warden, warden, please listen to me
Be brave and set Geronimo free
Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Let me ride, let me ride
Warden, warden, don’t you know
Prisoners have no place to go
They took old Geronimo by storm
Ripped off the feathers from his uniform
Jesus tells me, I believe it’s true
The red man is in the sunset, too
Took all his land, now, they won’t give it back
And they sent Geronimo a Cadillac
Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Let me ride, let me ride
Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Let me ride, let me ride